Six unimportant things…
So this is a good one. I got tagged by Jane at Foodzilla over in Michigan (I know! I’m feeling all international and cosmopolitan now) to tell her six unimportant things that I love. Actually, this is more difficult than it seems as every time I thought of something it occurred to me that it really was quite important after all. Still, I managed, so here goes:
1. My doggit. Yeh, okay, so he’s just a dog. Most Irish people think we’re mental for a) having a ‘working’ dog as a pet and b) having him living in the house! But he’s the softest, silliest, and most adoring fella you could ask for. He’s immaculately clean in the house (even after a marathon 8 hour shopping trip to the north – bladder of an elephant, that one), incredibly gentle and sweet natured and he just loves us all to bits (slightly annoying having a lanky, furry lesion attached to your leg at all times but hey). Okay so retired greyhounds are ten a penny, but still, we love him.
2. My garden hearts: Hubby’s a man of few words, but he does occasionally surprise me with a nice little gesture when he’s mowing one of the lawns. I love looking out of a window and finding this:
Sometimes it’s not all about words.
3. Great ingredients. I love using real butter, free-range eggs and lovely fresh, Irish produce. There’s a great fruit & veg wholesaler local to us and I’ll often be found there picking up tons of great quality fresh stuff (they do local duck eggs too) and planning menus in my head. The great butcher at Sheelin has a little white-board up where he writes ‘this week’s lambs came from…’ and the name of the local producer. His meat is amazing. Unimportant, but it makes me happy.
4. Forward planning. I’m a bit obsessive about stuff, and nothing makes me happier than having something to look forward to. Obviously our forthcoming wedding blessing is occupying a lot of my time at the moment, and a swift search of English Towers will see me ensconsed with my notebook and a couple of magazines, daydreaming and planning about table flowers, menus, dresses… you name it.
5. My garden. I’m a novice gardener and kill as many things as I nurture, but I’m really enjoying learning all about it and our dinner yesterday featured home-grown new potatoes and baby carrots, which I served up with a certain amount of pride.
6. Our little community. It’s only when I hear people talk about ’school runs’ and Tesco delivery that I realise quite how rural we really are. There is no school gate ‘Mommy mafia’ at the little school here, as the children that aren’t within walking distance are all picked up and dropped off by bus, such is the huge rural catchment. Tesco probably hasn’t even heard of us, let alone decided to deliver here to the arse end of nowhere, and shopping is a half-day challenge. Still, bimbling down the boat road with Bert yesterday, the scent of the honeysuckle so heavy you feel it could pick you up and float you away, and stopping and chatting to the lovely lady with the new baby, I couldn’t have been happier.
Small things, but often they mean just as much as the heavy stuff. I’m off to visit the folks for a while (and have a speedboat trip booked in London! Thanks Ma!), but while I’m gone, how about you, then? Six unimportant things that you love…
Have a lovely time with Ma and if you end up far enough down the Thames, give me a wave in the South East!
TM: I shall do my best royal wave :0) And haha, William’s the reason why I won’t have another – in case I get a loony like yours!! x
Kate: Aw that’s so kind, thanks! Yes, I think Bert would seem completely comatose compared to your nutter
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2. All of my games consoles.
3. My Epiphone SG.
4. Texting!
5. The T.V.
6. OOH!! and Heavy Metal!!!
1. opening the fridge after i’ve been to asda and it’s brimming. 2. opening a bottle of wine with my sister, so rare we get to be together, we get the giggles. 3. taking the tags off of new clothes. 4. pegging out washing (don’t tell boyf). 5. running with the shopping trolley and lifting my legs so i can ‘aisle surf.’ 6. lying on the couch with pupster and reading.
Towny: Ooh I love trolley surfing! And I love that first moment in the morning when you open the bedroom door and the dog comes hurtling in all excited!!
Moon: Obviously. Which is why I stayed clear of you, Mr Importantness.
DBM: Lou has just commented that it’s just as well his nose is as long as his feet, ‘cos they match nicely! x
2. my iphone a.k.a my right arm
3. glitter
4. painted toe nails
5. mojitos
6. going shopping with the husbag on a Friday evening
Rach: Aw I miss having kitties. I’m with you on the glitter, toenails, mojitos (makes me sigh for Disney) and shopping, but haven’t got an iphone. In fact, must upgrade my phone, it’s a disgustingly old pink nokia with two cracks on the screen!
Jane: A borgle! I love it! We watched ‘Maid of Honour’ or whatever it’s called the other night – there’s a beautiful collie in the Scottish bit. They’re mad as badgers though, aren’t they? x
Towny: Bert does sleep with us sometimes but he hogs the bed and snores, twitches and barks too, so usually he has a bed on the landing so we actually get some sleep! Hee!
2.Cricket
3.Green Day
5.Grass
6.Vodka
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I hope you mean the groundsman-type grass and not the other stuff! See you Friday for those vodkas then? x
Jen: Why thanks, and it’s a very pretty one too! x
Patty: Exactly. I think Hubby despairs sometimes when he looks up to see me walking past with a basket of laundry and Bert trailing after me. He’s just jealous really though
Lovely post – just catching up on blogs that I missed while in Oz and the aftermath recovery period
Shall be trawling through yours now. This was a nice first post to get stuck into! Warmed me heart, it did.
2. Freshly painted toenails.
3. A full head of mesh.
4. Arriving home after work and Himself having the house sparkly clean from top to bottom.
5. Your Chicken & Thyme Pie (I actually think I could eat it every day).
Have a lovley break!
And I adore that photo of Bertie with his little toes pointing in towards his loooong nose. So cute!!
1. Digging in my garden and emerging stinky and proud
2. Peeking into my teenage son’s room to find him tucked into the same position he’s slept in all his life
3. Date night! Miaoooow! Hubba-hubba…
4. Long, rambling, pointless, hilarious chats on phone to Missus
5. Ringing me Ma three times a day (I know, stupid for a 34 year old!)
6. Spooning.
Susan: Well that’s the trouble – they might seem unimportant to other people, but if you love them that automatically makes them important doesn’t it?!
Ali: You’re mental. Oh and I’ve got a great butt crack picture of you from last night. Be afraid.
Jenn: Aw you’re very kind I haven’t had that chicken and thyme pie for ages – one of my faves, that. My Ma did a gorgeous gammon ham last night – will have to post the recipe too. Ooh and I agree about a full head of highlights – nothing guaranteed to make you feel more sparkly x
Jay: You’re absolutely right. And I love the pic too – he’s got the ‘oh sod off’ look that we know and love x
Jen: Those foily thangs they put in your head when you’re having highlights – nothing scary! Ooh date night – you guys are such lovebirds :0)
Alrighty…
I hereby cast my vote for the Ali Buttcrack Photo to be published on Friday (Bert too, natch)
Everybody cool with that?